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Never the most refined of fighters, Leah's going to be going into this brawl all claws and teeth. It's a catfight and nothing else, and with brutal trash-talking from both camps and accusasions of whoredom being thrown around, it's safe to say is that someone's gonna suffer here, and it won't be the crowd. Leah lacks the defenses of the Phantasy Star veteran, but Triple Kick and Tail Spin are extremely painful moves. If she can build up to any of those higher-level attacks, there won't be enough left of Alis's scantily dressed body to attract even the lowest of perverts. |
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Here she is, Alis Landale! She's tough, she's tanky, she's the original RPG heroine, and she's ready to put a serious hurting on the Duelling League's Heavy division this season. Her Laconian Sword has been sharpened to perfection, ready to deal out the punishing physical damage she's famous for. Her opponent, a mere cavegirl, will have to try hard to put this babe in a corner - all her attacks are physical and Alis' defensive values are through the roof. When all is said and done, there will be parties on Palma this year as they celebrate their hometown girl's trip to the Heavy finals. |
Lurking Registered User Zidane was in a funk. The day the new matches were posted, Garnet had found him and told him in no uncertain terms that if he were to attend KOS-MOS or Tifa's fights, he would not only eat a thousand Zantetsukens, but he would have to find a new girlfriend. And she *would* find out if he disobeyed. Zidane might have been a skirt-chaser, but he knew on which side his bread was buttered. Garnet honestly loved him, put up with his antics, (mostly) and even healed him after he got beaten up by angry girls or their even angrier boyfriends/husbands/obsessed stalker archmagi. Which meant that for over six days, Zidane had been forced to wander aimlessly, living with the knowledge that Tifa would be bouncing in the arena, and he would not be there to hose her down with creamonade. And that KOS-MOS would be dueling Purim, and there would be no Zidane there to snag harem pants and lingerie with a fishing rod stolen from Ryu. Oh, Edge would be there. Sten would be there too, and all too willing to gloat over what an astounding match Zidane had missed. It would be unbearable! If only he could just figure out a way to go... No, Zidane would be alone. Unfulfilled. Bereft. Somewhere, "You are not alone" began playing. Zidane sighed. Maybe this was the universe's way of telling him that his girl-hounding ways were unappreciated. That he should reinvent himself, become the heroic and dashing thief he had once been, so long ago. Overcome with despair, Zidane sank to his knees in the RPGDL lobby and cried to the heavens. "Oh, gods, give me a sign! Any god will do! Even the evil ones! Even the Cthulhu ones! What is my life intended for?" Zidane waited a moment. Nothing happened. Sighing again, Zidane rose to his feet. "Figures. If it doesn't involve beating me up, even the gods don't care about me. Just typical. Huh. Well, as long as I'm here, I may as well catch a match. It really just won't be the same, though." And so saying, he picked a door at random among the ones he was allowed, entering the deserted stands of a relatively fanless fight that was competing for air time with the likes of Tifa and KOS-MOS. So obscure was this fight that Garnet had not even noticed it as worthy of banning him from. Which is how Zidane got front-row seats to watch scantily-clad Leah tied up in the middle of the arena with ROPE while equally scantily-clad Alis slowly spanked the cavegirl to death one HP at a time due to her leveling bug. The next day, Sten came to gloat over the KOS-MOS fight, only to find zidane wide-eyed and babbling. The only response he could get from the ecstatic thief was "Thank you gods! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Even the evil ones! Even the Cthulhu ones!" over and over. Leah: 24 Octillus
Klayne F.
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